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The tapping stopped. A voice, dry as insect wings, whispered from the direction of Samira's desk: "The formula is wrong. Euler forgot the hole in reality. Count the vertices again, Mr. Elias."

Elias handed in his resignation the next morning. But he never forgot the whisper. And sometimes, in the corner of a mirror, or in the frost on a winter window, he thought he saw her—counting vertices. classroom76x

But Maya Chen was already moving. She walked to the wall switch without asking permission and flicked it down. The room plunged into darkness save for a single rectangle of pale light from the windowless door's bottom gap. In that darkness, Elias heard it: a soft, rhythmic tap-tap-tap , like a fingernail on glass. But there was no glass. Only the steel door. The tapping stopped

He fumbled for his phone. The flashlight beam cut across the room. Samira's desk was empty. The frost was gone. The clock ticked forward normally. The lights, when Maya flicked them back on, hummed their usual F-sharp. Count the vertices again, Mr